You stand in the middle of the hall and are sad. This can be seen by the pursed shoulders. You smile awkwardly, pretending that everything is fine, but in reality you didn’t understand how it happened. You were always last and unsure of yourself, and it always came out sideways. And even now, when at the school prom, during the ball, you didn’t get a date, you pretended that everything was fine.

Suddenly you feel hands on your shoulder, they move a little as the person approaches.

• Will you join me in dancing? - asks your teacher, who felt sorry for you. He extends his hand to you, hiding one behind his back and striking a pose.